store to buy me a Cisco A 40 ounce and some crackers by Nabisco Amount and I pulled out a 10 And said, "Fuck it, Supersacco and gin I'm finna act a fool
Preklad: Kráľ Tee. Zákon blázon.
m King tee and I do the kool rappin' A funky combination it's hard to imagine Pooh with his cuts and his beats Me with the rhyme and I got a whole heap
I'm a (flirt) [Rakim] (Thought I was a) (Flirt) (Oh yeah) [VERSE 2: King Tee (& DJ Pooh)] (Now wait a cotton-pickin second, King Tee) What's up? (You
[King Tee] Yes yes y'all, it's not a secret no more The King b-boy Tee has been washed ashore And I'm back I'm here to say if I'm a King then I should
the store to buy me a Cisco A 40 ounce and some crackers by Nabisco [Amount] and I pulled out a 10 And said, "Fuck it, Supersacco and gin I'm finna act a fool
s the joint!" [King Tee] Yo whassup, it's King Tee on the vocals I rock the coolest rhymes, from here to Acapulco I drive a Cadillac, not a played out
dance, and I tell ya I could be a choreographer, a teacher A producer, or a preacher More like a pro cause I do my trade well I got a formula, but I can
crowd movin (c'mon) motivation See I'm like a symbol to MC's I'm a father No wait, I'm a lyricist, better yet a saga Enough about the King cause you know
I walk by your girl She wanna ride king's tip Going down in fame just remember my name Not a sapoe with a afro A king with a brain If a sucker gets beef
shoulder Swear, like a chair, muthafucka, i'ma fold ya Niggas on the run got my back, and that's cool Like king tee that gives me permission to act a fool
, huh I've been around since the days of the Sugarhill groove Bust it out with act a fool When I was seventeen, made some mad-ass green Bought a six-
[King Tee] I run that old gangsterism on the normal The name is King Tee, I pack guns like it's formal With the utmost respect I be chillin Knockin MC
Mothaplucka, uh, uh, say what? I'm sick like a sore throat swallow, drunk act to follow I'll make the whole bottle hollow, what a ride! Rollin' wit' a
to "Act a Fool" And your boy been ballin', nigga been brawlin' Nigga been haulin', nigga been lordin' Terrorize set by section, Tha Liks'll make a killin' They mention King Tee
time I got drunk and lost my gold link I use to act a fool in these streets like Martin Lawrence Running down Florence trying to get the But I didn't take a
in the first place fool Now everybody wants to be a prophet But I won't quit rhymin' 'bout my dick so get off it You put a rhyme together but I only dismantle it So gimme a
bars for that bitch he won't live through that Even a nigga with a ten-year bid knew that Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do that He a pussy (sniff
